Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

The passage is deep and long, with some abandoned circular forks, covered with moss and dust, and there are several places where the surface has collapsed. Judging from the cracks, the main body of the passage is a reinforced concrete structure, which eliminates the possibility that it was built by wizards.

Melvin speculated that it might be an underground passage left over from the war, which could also serve as a shelter. It was abandoned for a long time and was finally reused by the Wiccan Party.

Walking along the corridor, keeping a distance neither too far nor too close, following the light footsteps and voices in front, Melvin followed for about twenty minutes and suddenly stopped.

At this time, the passage had come to an end, leaving only a gap blocked by a huge rock in front. On the top stood a statue of a Tululu bird, similar to the portrait hole of Gryffindor. The two old wizards exchanged commands, crawled into the gap, and the huge rock closed again.

Through the huge stone blocking the door, Melvin could faintly sense more than a dozen different magical fluctuations inside. It seemed that there really was a gathering tonight.

"It's all here..."

Melvin silently lifted the Disillusionment Charm, pulled on his armor, made sure the hood half covered his face, and then murmured the words to the Tulu'l bird: "For the greater good."

The huge rock opened with a loud bang, and the scene inside was revealed.

A dimly lit circular hall, with a layout similar to that of a courtroom, with a high outer surface and a sunken inner surface, and steps around it leading to a circular platform in the middle.

A dozen wizards were scattered around the steps, dressed similarly to Melvin, all covered tightly with cloaks and hoods. Only two wizards were very frank: the inn owner, Abbott, who stood in the front row, and the elegant yet irascible old witch, who stood in the center of the platform.

It seemed like she was the leader of this party.

I heard old Aibo call her name last night. I think it was Vida...

All the wizards' eyes were focused on him. Melvin had a calm look in his eyes. He nodded slightly at them, walked to a step and stood there with an extremely calm posture.

"I didn't expect that an old friend would respond to my invitation. I thought everyone else was dead!" The white-haired old witch spoke, her words were sharp and sarcastic.

But Melvin was secretly happy that his identity was not exposed. This almost disbanded remnant party was indeed not a formal organization. There was no list or certificate for secret gatherings. It sounded like there were internal conflicts.

Melvin frowned, revealing a hint of displeasure. He lowered his throat and squeezed out an unclear voice: "Vida..."

He seemed to be hesitant to speak, with a complicated tone.

He only called out one name, but it had a great effect, immediately dispelling the few doubts of the wizards present.

In the few seconds after his voice fell, the people around him turned their eyes away, and even the atmosphere in the venue seemed to relax a lot. This change in the secret atmosphere announced that Melvin had officially become a member of the remnants of the Wu Zetian Party, a core member who had experienced the disaster fifty years ago and persisted until now.

Although they didn't know the old man's name yet.

Melvin suppressed his smile, maintaining his expressionless face but unwilling to reveal his identity. He nodded slightly to the wizards around him and exchanged one or two glances whose meaning he himself did not understand. The scene was very harmonious.

"Get back to business!"

The old witch named Vida glanced around with a cold and authoritative look. "There's a serious dragon egg theft in Romania, and wizards from several nearby countries have been called in to investigate. The Austrian Ministry of Magic is underpowered, and Nurmengard's security is lax. We can take this opportunity to rescue him."

The information revealed in the words is very interesting.

The dragon egg theft case seems to have nothing to do with this group of witch remnants, but they plan to take the opportunity to rescue Grindelwald. The plan is relatively complete and highly feasible, and the old witch seems to have made sufficient preparations for it.

In other words, she had been preparing for many years and finally waited for the right opportunity.

Chapter 104 The one with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who is it?

"I've already done some research. The Austrian Ministry of Magic will be sending 47 staff members to help investigate the case..."

The elderly witch was recounting the information she had gathered. Melvin looked around and was somewhat surprised by the reactions of the other wizards present. They were also observing the attitudes of the wizards around them and did not seem to have much interest in this.

Melvin suddenly remembered Professor Kettleburn's introduction: many young wizards in the Witch Party were simply manipulated and bewitched by Grindelwald's extraordinary personal charm...

After several decades, the once high-spirited leader of Wucui is now just a prisoner, a centenarian prisoner in his twilight years.

These young believers back then are now ordinary old wizards in Budapest. They may be the owners of a hotel, the chefs of a restaurant, or they may have simply retired and are enjoying a peaceful life without any disturbances.

Just a few inflammatory words from Vida could not make them give up their current happiness and become wanted criminals in hiding again.

Various thoughts were floating in his mind. Melvin looked around and suddenly met the eyes of another wizard. He was also wearing a hooded cloak to conceal his identity, but the style was looser. His figure was hidden in the black cloth. If you didn't look closely, you couldn't even tell his gender.

Only those eyes seemed vaguely familiar.

Deep blue eyes, bright and lively.

Melvin calmly looked away, his mind quickly checking the faces of wizards he knew here, and soon matched his target - the Auror witch.

I checked his wand in Romania during the day and stole his address book at the wizard market at night. I didn't expect to meet him here again?

"The WWII rallies are full of spies..."

Melvin felt something was wrong. Looking at old Vida who was still preaching and inciting people, he secretly sighed in his heart that the Romanian Aurors were much better than the British Ministry of Magic. They were very efficient in investigating cases and even came to the Wiccan Party rally.

He subconsciously glanced at the witch twice, trying to follow the clues to see if there were other Aurors around, but was surprised to find that the witch was also observing him.

"She recognized me too?"

An idea flashed through Melvin's mind, and he smiled and nodded in that direction, conveying an unspoken understanding.

The Auror witch rejected his tacit agreement, raised her wand, and shouted in a deep voice: "He is not one of ours, he is a professor at Hogwarts!"

The moment the words fell, there was a silence that lasted for a few seconds. The word "professor" echoed in the venue. More than a dozen pairs of eyes fell on him again. The figures around him silently dispersed, forming a faint encirclement.

"?"

Melvin's eyes widened slightly, his mind racing as he quickly put several clues together and immediately realized the truth.

The Romanian Ministry of Magic really has an insider!

The insider is the female Auror in charge of immigration inspection!

The encirclement of wizards around them gradually shrank, and the remaining wizards took out their wands. Although they were not interested in rescuing their former leader, they did not mind dealing with some enemies who had found their lair... Old Vida's eyes were cold.

Just then, Melvin heard the innkeeper speak over there, and asked tentatively, "Hogwarts? Professor Levent?"

Melvin saw a glimmer of hope for a peaceful solution and said with a helpless smile, "It's all because of their loud snoring. It kept me awake, so I decided to go to the courtyard to relax, and then... Sorry to interrupt your party, sir."

The old wizard was also helpless. He sighed and looked at the old witch on the platform: "Vida, he is my guest. He didn't sneak in to gather intelligence on purpose."

Old Vader scoffed, "But he's heard our plan!"

Melvin immediately stated: "I can swear to secrecy."

"Even the forgetfulness spell is unreliable. Only the corpse can keep the secret!" The old witch's voice was sinister, and one could vaguely see some of the cruelty of the witch party back then.

The hotel owner frowned slightly. Vida's cruelty was somewhat beyond his expectations: "Vida—"

"That's enough, Abernethy!" The tip of Vida's wand glowed with a sinister green light. "After decades of being a hotel owner, you've even fooled yourself. Do you really think you're any good?"

"..." Abernethy looked at her in a daze, speechless for a moment.

"Abernathy? Not Abbott?"

Melvin suddenly realized that it was no wonder that he called Mr. Aibo. The expressions on the two men's faces were so strange.

Old Vader turned to look at him, his eyes cold and cruel, a faint sneer on his lips. "Of course it's Abernathy, the American Auror who once had a bright future, but later helped the great Grindelwald escape justice and became a hiding rat!"

"Soon, he'll have another charge added to his wanted list: assaulting a Hogwarts professor!"

【Avada Kedavra】

An eerie green light burst out.

Melvin waved his wand skillfully. He had cast powerful stunning spells dozens of times during the day to subdue the fire dragon. His proficiency was amazing. He could do it with just a wave of his hand, and his speed and accuracy were beyond imagination. He arrived first after being attacked, and crashed into the fatal green light.

A bright blue light flashed by, and the two spells collided, splashing out dazzling sparks, and then annihilated at the same time.

The wizards present only felt a flicker of light. Before they could react, they heard the young professor sigh and say with regret, "Looks like I can only let you calm down before we talk."

Before he finished speaking, several spells burst out almost simultaneously.

The beam of light flashed and hit the surrounding lamps. Amid the crisp sound of the glass lampshades shattering, the explosion of the oil lamp made the space suddenly bright for a moment, but only for a moment. The next second, thick darkness enveloped the entire venue, and the shadow quietly swallowed up the wizards present.

With the darkness came intense panic.

In the first round of fighting between the two sides, the young professor showed strength that surpassed most of the remnants present.

Vida Rosier's Killing Curse claimed at least dozens of lives in her youth. In recent years, her mind has become increasingly extreme, and her spells have become increasingly powerful. It's said that her Killing Curse could directly kill a Hebridean Black Dragon.

Such a powerful killing curse was actually blocked by a hastily released stunning spell.

If you were struck by such a curse...

In the darkness, a few people's breathing became heavier, and the sound of nervous swallowing could be heard faintly. Some people could no longer bear the overwhelming mental pressure and quickly chanted the spell:

"Fluorescent..."

Before the spell of illumination was finished, another sound suddenly came from the darkness.

There was a flash of fluorescent light, and the stun spell whistled through the air, and in the blink of an eye it hit the chest of the wizard who was casting the spell, making a dull bang!

The sound of bombardment echoed in the closed space. The wizard had intended to illuminate the venue to facilitate his colleagues to lock on and attack. He had only halfway through the spell and had no time to take any precautions when he was instantly knocked back by the powerful impact. He was like a doll, hit by the wall, fell to the ground, and lost consciousness.

I don’t know if it was the effect of the stun spell or if he was just knocked unconscious.

"..."

Darkness and silence enveloped the venue again.

Chapter 105: Mental Attack

"boom……"

"boom……"

"boom……"

Dull crashing sounds sounded one after another.

In the underground meeting place on the banks of the Danube at the foot of Gellert Hill, it seemed as if a ghost was wandering around. Whenever a faint silver light flashed in the darkness and fell on his companions in the eyes of the surrounding wizards, the heavy breathing sound would become even and slow.

The seemingly long and tense battle was actually a one-sided attack. Darkness and silence were the young professor's home turf.

The remaining members, also in the darkness, dared not make a sound or light their wands, and were the prey to be attacked and killed. Despite their utmost vigilance, their companions still lost consciousness one by one, collapsed to the ground in a coma, and occasionally a sleeping body would tumble down the stairs.

After more than a dozen muffled sounds ended, the underground venue finally became quiet.

Abernathy and Vida held their breath without making any sound, but they could hear each other's heartbeats. Judging from the muffled sound count, almost all the accomplices who participated in the rally were attacked. Apart from the two of them, the only one left was the witch who exposed the professor's identity.

On the steps not far away, Christine Rosier was equally anxious, but she was not as experienced as the two old wizards. Her breathing was heavy, and it was particularly clear in the silent enclosed space.

"Now, can we have a nice talk?"

Several silky blue flames rose up, illuminating the closed venue. A slightly warm breeze blew in their faces. The soft glow of the blue flames soothed their anxiety, but the scene before them still made their pupils contract for a moment.

The steps of the venue were filled with unconscious companions.

The slowly rising and falling chests proved that they were not corpses but were sleeping. The three witch party members breathed a sigh of relief.